So I had a lousy day at work today and now the forecast calls for up to six (6) inches of slush between tomorrow and the day after.
It's getting to be late April. My anniversary is coming up, and on the day I got married it was 84 degrees. Of course, that was 21 years ago, and we've had a lot of global warming since then.
I am going to pull out the winter bike and go for it on the commute tomorrow - for the bragging rights if nothing else. It's like the miserable 3-speed ride last Saturday, or camping for that matter; it wasn't great to do it, but the memory is always better than the reality.